Chapter Fifty-five

Asher was up to something.

Zane couldn't tell what, but with everything Asher pulled in his office less than five minutes ago, the hairs at the back of his neck were tingling. Just yesterday, Asher had kicked him out of his house after he helped him achieve his final orgasm to finish his heat. He had hatred and disgust in his eyes when he told Zane to leave, clearly salty that he was now an omega enslaved to Zane's pheromones.

So why was he acting all sweet now? The brat had made Zane coffee. Zane could swear by his right arm that Asher had never made anyone coffee in his entire life. Hell, Asher had left his own apartment, where he slept and fucking lived in absolute ruin. If there was a knife to his throat, Zane knew his stupid, entitled half-brother would rather fall on the knife than do any menial labor or housework.

Another thing that disturbed Zane was the question Asher had asked him.

The moment replayed in Zane's head as he sat at his desk, now alone in his office, tapping his